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THE RAGGEDY MAN 




The RaGGcdyMan 

By 

James Whttconb Riley 




With if lust rations, by 

Ethal FranKltn Bctts 




Indianapolis* 
The Bobbs McTTtll Company 

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The Raggedy Man 

Prini i\< ; I [isti >m 

The Bobbs Merrill Compan) Publishers, Indianapolis, 1907 

Guild Press Emmis Publishing, LP, 2002 

All rights reserved. 
Copyright © 1907 by James Whitcomb Riley 

Contact the publisher for information: 

( !i ii i) Press Emmis Publishing, LP 

10665 Andrade Drive 

Zionsville, Indiana 46077 

www.guildpress.com 

Printed m China 




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DEDICATION 



Most Lovingly and Loyally Signed Over 

To Lesley and Elisabeth, 

And Jim, and Jinks, and Dallas, 
And Dory Ann, and Bud, and Seth, 

And little Rachel Alice ; 
Marcellns, Ruth, and Silence, — Yea, 

And all their little brothers 
And sisters in the world to-day — 

And all the blessed others. 




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THE RAGGEDY MAN 

OTHE RAGGEDY MAN! He works fer Pa: 
An' he's the goodest man ever you saw ! 
He comes to our house ever' day, 
An' waters the horses, an' feeds 'em hay ; 
Air he opens the shed — an' we all ist laugh 
When he drives out our little old wobble-ly calf; 
An 1 nen — ef our hired girl says he can- 
He milks the cow fer 'Lizabuth Ann. 
Ain't he a' awful good Raggedy Man? 
Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man! 






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Wy, The Raggedy Man — he's ist so good 
He splits the kindlin' an' chops the wood; 
An' nen he spades in our garden, too, 
An' does most things 'at boys can't do.- 
He clumbed clean up in our big tree 
An' shooked a' apple down fer nie- 
An' nother'n, too, fer 'Lizabuth Ann- 
An 1 nother'n, too, fer The Raggedy Man. 
Ain't he a' awful kind Raggedy Man? 
Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man! 






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An' The Raggedy Man one time say he 

Pick' roast' rainbos from a' orchurd-tree, 

An' et 'em all ist roast' an' hot! 

An it's so, too!- -'Cause a corncrib got 

Afire one time an' all burn' down 

On "The Smoot Farm", 'bout four mile' from 

town 
On "The Smoot Farm"! Yes — an' the hired han' 
'At worked there nen 'uz The Raggedy Man !- 
Ain't he the beatin'est Raggedy Man?- 

Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man! 



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The Raggedy Man's so good an' kind 
Hell l>e our "horsey' 1 , an' "haw' 1 an' mind 
Ever'thing 'at you make him do- 
An 1 won't run oft- -'less you want him to! 
I drived him wunst 'way down our lane 
An 1 he got skeered, when it 'menced to rain, 
An 1 ist rared up an' squealed and run 
Purt-nigh away! — an' it's all in fun! 
Nen lie skeered a (fin at a' old tin can . . . 
Whoa! y'old runaway Raggedv Man! 
Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man! 





An" The Raggedy Man, lie knows most rhymes 
An' tells 'em, of I be good, sometimes: 
Knows 'bout Grunts, an' Griffin is, an" Elves, 
An 1 the Squidgicnm-Squees 'at s wallers ther- 

selves ! 
An', wite by the pump in our pasture-lot, 
He showed me the hole 'at the W unks is got, 
'At lives 'way deep in the ground, an' can 
Turn into me, er 'Lizabnth Ann, 
Er Ma, er Pa, er The Raggedy Man! 
Ain't he a funny old Raggedy Man? 

Raggedy! Raggedy ! Raggedy Man ! 



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An' wunst, when The Raggedy Man conic late 
An* pigs is root' time the garden-gate, 
He 'tend like the pigs 'uz bears an' said, 
k *()ld Bear-shooter 11 shoot 'em dead!" 
An' race' an' chase' 'em, an' they'd ist run 
When he pint his hoe at 'em like it's a gun 
An' iro "Bang!- Bane*!" nen 'tend he stan' 
An' load up his gun ag'in! Raggedy Man! 
He's an old Bear-shooter Raided v Man! 
Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man 






An' sometimes The Raggedy Man lets on 

We're little pHnce-childevn, an' Old King's gone 

To git more money, an' lef us there- 

And Bobbers is ist thick ever' where; 

An nen — ef we all won't cry, fer shore— 

The Raggedy Man he'll come and "splore 

The Castul-halls," an' steal the "gold" 

An' steal us, too, an' grab an' hold 

An' pack us off to his old "Cave! "--An' 

Haymow's the "cave" o' the Raggedy Man! — 
Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man! 




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Tin* Raggedy Man- <>ii< k time when lie 
Was makin' a little bow-'n'-orry fer me, 
Says "When you're big" like your Pa is, 
iVir you go' to keep a fine store like his 
An' be a rich merchunt — an' wear fine clothes? 
Er what air you go' to be, goodness knows!" 
An' nen he laughed at 'Lizabuth Ann, 
An' I says "'M go' to be a Raggedy Man! 
Tin ist go' to be a nice Raggedy Man !" 
Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man! 




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THE MAN IN THE MOON 

Said The Raggedy Man, on a hot afternoon: 
My ! 
Sakes ! 

What a lot o' mistakes 
Some little folks makes on The Man in the Moon! 
But people that's be n up to see him, like me, 
And calls on him frequent and intimuttly, 
Might drop a few facts that would interest you 
Clean ! 

Through! — 
Ef you wanted 'em to — 
Some < ict mil facts that might interest you! 



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(J The Man in the Moon has a crick in his back ; 
Wee! 

Whimm ! 

Ain't yon sorry for him? 
And a mole on Lis nose that is purple and black; 
And his eyes are so weak that they water and run 
If he dares to dream even he looks at the sun- 
So he jes dreams of stars, as the doctors advise 
My! 
Eyes! 

But isn't he wise- 
To jes dream of Stars, as the doctors advise? 



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And The Man in the Moon has a rheumatic knee 
Gee! 
Whizz! 

What a pity that is! 
And his toes have worked round where his heels 

ouirlit to be.- 
So whenever he wants to go North he goes South. 
And comes back with porridge-crumbs all round his 

mouth, 
And he brushes them off with a Japanese fan, 
Whing! 
AVliann! 

What a marvellous man! 
What a very remarkably marvellous man! 



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And The .Aran in the Moon, sighed The Raggedy Man, 
Gits ! 
So! 

Sullonesome, yon know,- 
Up there by hisse'f sence Creation began !- 
That when I call on him and then come away, 
He grabs me and holds me and begs me to stay, 
Till- -Well! if it wasn't fer rimmy-cum-Jim, 
Dadd ! 
Limb ! 

I'd go pardners with him- 
Jes jump my job here and be pardners with him! 



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Yon better not fool wit li a Bumblebee! 
Ef you don't think they can stimr — you'll see! 
They're lazy to look at, an' kindo' go 
Buzzin' an' bummin' aroun' so slow, 
An' ae" so slonehv an" all fagged out, 
Danglin' their lea's as they drone about 
The hollyhawks 'at they can't climb in 
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Wunst I watched one climb clean way 

In a jimpson-blossom, I did, one day, — 

An' I ist grabbed it — an' nen let go- 

An' " Ooh-ooh! Honey! I told ye so!" 

Says the Raggedy Man; an' he ist run 

An 1 pullt out the stinger, an' don't laugh none, 

An 1 says: "They has be'n folks, 1 guess, 

'At thought I wuz predjudust more er less, — 

Yit I still muntain 'at a Bumblebee 

Wears out his welcome too quick fer me!" 






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OUR HIRED UIRL 

Our hired girl, she's 'Lizabuth Ann ; 

An' she can cook best tiling's to eat! 
She ist puts dough in our pie-pan, 

An' pours in somepin' 'at's good and sweet, 
An' lien she salts it all on top 
With cinnamon ; an' nen she'll stop 

An' stoop an' slide it, ist as slow, 
In th' old cook-stove, so's 'twon't slop 

An' git all spilled ; nen bakes it, so 

It's custard pie, first thing you know! 

An' nen she'll say: 

"Clear out o' my way! 

They's time fer work, an' time fer play! — 
Take yer dough, an' run, Child; run! 
Er I cain't irit no cookin' done!" 



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When our hired girl 'tends like she's mad. 

An' says folks got to walk the chalk 
When she's around, er wisht they had. 

I play out on our porch an' talk 
To th' Raggedy Man 'at mows our lawn: 
An" he says "Whew!" an' nen leans on 

Mis old crook-scythe, and blinks his eyes 
An" sniffs all round an' says,- -I swan! 

Ef my old nose don't tell me lies, 

It 'pears like I smell custard-pies!" 

An' nen he'll say, 
" Clear out o' my way ! 
They's time fer work an' time fer play! 

Take xvv dough, an' run. Child; run! 

Er she caint tnt no cookin' done!" 








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Wunst our hired girl, wunst when she 

Got the supper, an 1 we all et, 
An 1 it was night, an' Ma an' me 

An' Pa went wher the "Social" niet,- 
An' nen when we come home, an' see 
A light in the kitchen-door, an' we 

Heerd a maccordeum, Pa says "Lan'- 
O'-Gracious! who can her beau be?" 

An 1 I marched in, an' 'Lizabuth Ann 

Wuz parchin' corn fer the Raggedy Man 

Better say 
"Clear out o' the way! 
They's time fer work, an' time fer play! 

Take the hint, an' run, Child; run! 

Er we caint git no courtin done! 



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